icicle

i’m a melting iciclegiving away all of mepouring my waterson heated, and cold, and dry concretenot more solid me.

i hardened up after your eyescamped on my groundscrutinizing every detailbump, nook, cranny,fold and dentwhere was the lovewhen our parallel journeys,thus far,finally crossed?

you my today,soon my pastcold with the touchof your undesirablepretense for joythe promise untoldthe spoken lawa fact with a teara drop full of hatetapping consistentlyuntil your blaming finger wounded methere where the scarof the holeyou left remains.